Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 20:40:17 +0100 (BST)
From: T J <dubtownswingers@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Professor's family vacation 1

This story recalls the continuing development of the
relationship between lovers Rebecca and Michael (who
are us in real life), and their (our) involvement with
the Professor, Jill, and their three children. The
first weeks of togetherness, and a subsequent ski-ing
holiday, are in the "bisexual - adult youth" section.
For new readers we suggest you head to those
installments first before reading these. The
increasing nature and maturity of the incestual
relationship has prompted the change of category.

Enjoy - we did, and still do....

dubtownswingers@yahoo.co.uk


The overwhelming joy of sex we felt as youngster's in our
family was only truly appreciated when we grew up a little.
11 years on from when Mai-Ling introduced us to sex with
eachother, the passions are as strong, the love as tenable.
Our love-making has gained a little more sophistication, and
a few more friends, but what it provided us with was a rock
of stability and trust during our teenage years. That is
something only now we can recognize, and it really came
about when Michael and Rebecca, and Maria and Helen, came
into our lives. You've already read that story, but here's
my recollection of our first summer holiday them. It will
forever stand out in my mind, and forever make me horny
thinking about it.

The idea of spending two weeks in the summer naked with our
'extended' family was beyond my wildest dreams. I'd never
known such places existed, but from when we'd first met our
skiing holiday chalet maid, Kate, who'd worked on a nudist
camp the previous summer, my mind ran wild with fantasies. I
guess the prime one was being to express how we loved
eachother as a family in public. Our sex was nearly always
in the presence of other members of our family. Of course we
did have our early morning wake up sex in twos and threes,
but when our comrades in nookie came over it was just the
way it was to have sex in front of, and with,  everyone else
in the family. That was natural to us. But we knew only too
well that outside, in 'real' public, such PDA (public
displays of affection) was not accepted in England. And if
they knew we were family it would be even worse. We found it
frustrating in one way, but invigorated that we could enjoy
what they couldn't. Being 'secretive' added to the
excitement. But god how we wanted to do it, and show the
world how in love we all were with eachother.  This was
particularly strong for me and Susan, with recurring
fantasies of giving our dad the longest, most horny blow
jobs just when we wanted to, in front of people who would
just lust after us for being such beautiful daughters to our
father. Now that we had both learned to ride him meant the
blow job fantasies just got better. We also desperately
loved the idea of having sex with mum, Rebecca, Helen and
Mai-Ling, with lots of oil and laughter, licking and
cumming. And it would not be complete without taking the
whole length of Michael and dad inside us, riding them,
cumming together, with Sam, our brother, filling our mouths
with cum. And underneath it all, Susan, Maria and I all
fancied the hell out of eachother too. Watching Maria and
Susan kiss eachother was such a turn on to me. Knowing I
could just spread my legs and welcome them to my pussy, or
have them lower theirs onto my tongue. You can see - I was
just so horny, all thanks to what my family had introduced
me and my sister to.

So, back to that holiday, and our ambitions to have sex with
eachother; public family sex; bisexual sex - whenever and
wherever we wanted.

With Kate's assistance we managed to book 2 adjacent 3-bed
apartments in Cap D'Agde in Southern France for a week,
preceded by a week on an isolated farmstead about 40 miles
away that was to become a regular haunt for us in subsequent
years. It had been recommended to us by Johan & Frieda, the
Scandinavian porn film makers our family had been introduced
to skiing that New Year. They had used the farm as a back
drop to a couple of films, the owners being a couple of
actors from the industry who had bought the place a few
years back and converted some of the barns to guest houses.
Essentially you could say they ran a small, boutique, naked
adults-only sex camp. But for a couple of weeks a year it
was leased out to Johan & Frieda and their family, and this
summer dad booked all 10 of us to join Johan, Frieda and
their family for a week. Also coming along would be Marco
and Anders, the studs from New Year, and a whole new family:
Nico & Emilia, and their brood of 3 boys and a girl - Jean-
Luc, 17, Paulo 16, and the twins Carlos and Nicola, 14.  And
then there were the camp owners, Peter and Michelle, and
Peter's brother Clip, who'd known and worked with Johan and
Frieda for a number of years.

One of the best parts about going down to France had been
the anticipation of meeting our new friends. Or rather the
thought of having sex with so many new people, particularly
boys. You see, Nico & Emilia's family was also sexually
active with eachother. Johan & Frieda had made a private
documentary film of them as a family, and Jean-Luc had
already taken up a role as Stephane's play thing in one of
Frieda's bi films. Carlos and Nicola had also had non sexual
role cast in a soft porn film, but that had turned into cum-
swallowing bi orgy with Anders, Marco, Stephane, Ulrika and
another 15 year old nymph called Angela. So we knew they
were beautiful and horny.

It had long been recognized that as we girls grew up and
began to explore male love as well as female love, in our 10
there were 7 girls, so beyond our lust for Dad, Sam and
Michael, well, quite simply, we needed more cock, and needed
more cum. And given the boys were into cock and cum-
swallowing as much as us, that need was more palpable still.
So, not long after Frieda had sent us that film with Carlos
and Nicola in it, and we all enthused how gorgeous they
were, our mum and dad had agreed with Johan and Frieda that
perhaps Nico and Emilia's family would be a good one for us
to meet. The other thing was Peter and Clip were both hugely
hung, and both bi, having appeared in bi and the odd gay
film. But they were better known as bi brothers, and had a
whole series of films under that title. They'd been doing
eachother on film and off film, since they were about 8 or 9
years old. Michelle might have been married to Peter, but
she was basically married to them both and whom ever booked
into their farm.

So that's the setting. This is how it began..

We drove down from England on the Saturday after Sam's
exams, us 5 in dad's estate with Mai -Ling joining the
others in Helen's car. Michael was on rugby tour in France
and they would collect him about an hour away from the farm,
whisking him away from the end of tour game to come have
riotous sex with us. It was the thought of Michael in a bath
or shower room full of naked 18-21 year old men that had
fueled many a fantasy of mine, to go in there and make my
pussy and mouth available for all their cum, as much as they
wanted to deposit in me. My fantasy was full of dad and
Michael clones, but I'd known from a day with Michael and
Rebecca at dad's university back in March, that his rugby
playing colleagues just weren't that handsome, and in fact
many were rather crude and lecherous. There had been a few
nice hockey players in the bar, but it was one of Rebecca's
female hockey team mates that captured my imagination.
Rebecca, Michael and I shagged like crazy later that evening
sparring images of this girl doing wonderful things to us.

It was those thoughts and the prospect of our holiday that
got me horny almost from the moment we left home. It wasn't
unusual for us to have sex in the car, but with all 5 of us
and a few bags - not many, after all, we were going to be
naked for 2 weeks - it was quite a challenge to get
comfortable. In the past we'd found the best way was for the
person in the passenger seat to wind it down, and for the
person in the back seat to kneel over their face, and even
go forward to 69. If dad was driving he'd always get a blow
job, and we'd get mum to recline the passenger seat so she
was lying flat, so Susan and I could straddle her and 69
her.

We'd set off at a little after 3am in the morning, so these
sort of antics on the M2 down to Dover would be all under
cover of darkness. There is nothing quite like a morning
shag, but this union of ours that morning was something very
special to me. When mum first wound down her seat, one could
suspect she was just dog tired, in need of sleep. But we,
her horny sex crazed children, assumed something quite more
in keeping with our relationship and holiday. It was sex
time.

I leaned forward and rolled mums chair back further such
that, unless Sam got his legs out the way, he would be
trapped. As Sam scooted up onto the back seat we all looked
at eachother with that look that says: " I know what you're
thinking, and I'd love to help" I continued winding mums
chair back then, with Susan helping me, began to undo the
buttons of mum's summer dress. Mum looked up at us with that
knowing, luscious, beautiful smile that said "Ahh, my
daughters, thank you for making love to me. Let me also make
you cum"

Mum usually dressed up fully - knickers and a bra - but
undoing her summer dress revealed a naked mum, soft, and
basically ready. That was going to be a prominent part of
our holiday - being ready for sex. Always in the mood to
give. Mum was beginning to get real horny. I'd given up
wearing knickers
once the weather warmed up, so it was only natural for me to
lean right over mum, bury my head into her crotch and
straddle over her face, presenting mine as a similar feast.
And so it began.

Its hard for me to describe the pleasure I felt giving
myself to my mom and consuming everything about her sex she
had to give. The naughtiness, the 'forbidden' pleasure, the
aroma, the taste, the sensations, the reactions in me to her
tongue.it was just heaven. I was moist and not far off
exploding when I felt Sam enter me from behind. Rebecca had
taught me to cum so easily from this position that mum was
going to be in for a mouthful of cum in a few moments. My
pussy was on fire from Sam, my clitoris on fire from mum,
and my mind solely focused on kissing, eating, nibbling,
licking mum's pussy, that those few seconds before release
are just a train crash of sexual emotions you know are about
to explode, and, when they do, still becomes overwhelming.

Whilst I was cumming I vaguely felt Sam's hands rubbing my
back and bum, and mums doing the same. Susan had pulled her
hands around dads seat into his crotch and had pulled out
his dick. This must have been going on a while because when
I came round - my mouth full of pussy, but my head so full
of blood I just had to raise it, a quick glance to dad saw
his cock standing full up and out above the steering wheel.
Now that's a great sight to come round too. I still had a
job to do - making mum cum - and I smiled at my dad that
smile of: "look, I'd love to suck you and have you cum in my
mouth, but mum's just given me one hell of an orgasm, her
pussy is sopping wet and gagging for it from my earlier
attention, so if you can hold on a minute or so, we'll do
you right, ok ? "

Dad smiled at me, understanding fully. I ploughed back into
mum's pussy and resumed squeezing my muscles around Sam's
cock. Mum was sucking on Sam's shaven balls - Mai-Ling had
been at him with a razor last night - at this point, so how
he held on I don't know, but mum was next to cum. And how
she came. Floods. And so sweet.

I pulled myself up with Susan saying she wanted to suck dad
off whilst on top of mum. "And Sam inside you ?" I asked,
like - how could you dare not want it? "We've already agreed
that bit" said Susan with a wink.

As we exchanged places - not easy given the car layout - dad
quietly announced Dover was 20 miles away. Susan would have
him in a few hundred yards if she wanted, but I knew she was
about to make him 'suffer' for 19.9 miles, and dad knew that
exactly - he knew my sister's thirst for him very well. At
that time I'd have taken it to 19.95 miles. We all loved him
so much. His cock was without attention, so as soon as I got
back into Susan's seat I wrapped my arms around his waist
and continued the handjob. I leaned forward to nibble his
ear and whisper how much I wanted to guide his cum into my
younger sister's mouth, a mouth filled with mums second cum
of the journey. I whispered a few other things that I'd seen
/ heard Rebecca whisper, about gushing cum, Susan and I cum
kissing, Sam spurting cum into his mouth, and the twins
tongues sucking it all back out again before shagging him
senseless.. He loved me talking dirty to him, and I loved
the way it felt us both feel - me an adult-child, able to
say such things and feel horny about them too, and dad -
well, dad's cock said it all.

As Susan delved into mum's pussy and Sam took her from
behind, I concentrated as best I could on dad, as he
concentrated as best he could on the road. Despite the time
there were quite a few trucks in the road, enable me to make
all sorts of allusions: "that's a long one" "there's a big
one coming behind you" "two together, dad ?". Susan swapped
from mum over to dad for a few miles, which gave mum a
better angle to use her tongue back and forth from Susan's
clit, along Sams length, and to his balls, juggling them in
her mouth. Sam slipped out of Susan for a while and mum deep
throated him, his balls resting on her face. Sensitive to
her breathing her withdrew but lingered right at the end to
let mums tongue savour the precum his cock oozed onto her
tongue. It was so erotic. Mum then used her tongue and lips
to guide him back into Susan. From cock to
pussy, precum to pussy juices, and soon a mouthful of cum to
be licked and sucked out of Susan. God I would have loved to
have been in her position right then.

As Dover approached Mum got straight back into Susan's clit,
whilst Susan moved back to mum. Dad carefully let the speedo
drop to 50 giving Susan and mum the chance to cum together,
but mums attention to Sam's balls brought him to a wonderful
climax first. I loved watching my brother cum. Guy's cum
with different expressions, faces, contortions. Sam's, and
indeed Dad's and Michael's, were mild compared to those we
saw on Johan's video. We'd seen about 6 films so far, and in
4 of them it was mild, loving, sensual. But in two others
there were all these grunts and groans from the two stars
and it really made it false. When our guys came they just
let their dicks do the talking. The cum, strength, pulsing;
the touch of their hands, the soft and tender passion in
their kisses, and more cum, and more kisses, and cum kisses.
Masculine grunting just wasn't natural or appropriate as far
as I could see. Neither was the "oh god, oh my god" pants of
an actress in the same film. Real loving sex wasn't like
that as far as we knew, and we liked it our way just fine,

I kept my right hand wanking dad as Sam withdrew himself
from Susan. As mum sucked his cock dry and then returned her
attention to Susan's cum-filled pussy, I just to had watch
her tongue and lips diving into my sisters pussy to suck her
son's cum. The pleasure this always brought mum was a sure
fire way to make her cum, and within half a minute she was
thrusting her pussy into Susans's lips. Moments later Susan,
exploded too, flooding mum with the last of Sam's cum with
Susan's juices to complement. At this point, with my mum and
sister out of action, I felt for dad so much. He needed
release so badly. I could feel his cock pulsing precum, and
swapped hands so I could lick it off my fingers. I pulled
Susan back into a sisterly hug, allowing Sam to kiss mum
and, with his eyes, motion toward dad. Mum was knackered, so
her look back was an "all yours, lover boy".

We had less than a mile to go now, so we had to work this
out. I was adamant that before we boarded the ferry dad was
going to cum. Sam wanted to suck and swallow him, and dad
wanted to be sucked and swallowed. I just had to figure out
how.

As we drove down that big hill into Dover, I suggested a
plan. The scramble to change places was less rapid than I
had envisaged, with mum, Susan and Sam all rather 'in-the-
afterglow' still, but we managed to have mum and Sam switch
places by the time we approached the ferry barrier. The
slumberdown we'd brought to sleep under was thrown into the
front for Sam whilst mum rested on my shoulder (hand in my
pussy, contented grin) and Susan rested on her.

In all the move I'd tried to keep my focus on dad, but in
trying to follow the signs and with all the commotion, he
was not as hard as he had been. A glance from Sam back to me
as he arranged the slumberdown was enough to let me know he
would not disappoint us in resurrecting that hard on. We
kids had this bond to make sure mum and dad were richly
rewarded with as much sex as we could give them for allowing
and embracing us to have sex with them. Whilst we tended
always to cum ourselves - it wasn't a necessity but just
works out that way when everything about sex is giving not
taking Sam was acutely aware dad needed to come, and that I
needed dad to cum. I just felt that need to help make him
happy. A great bonus was Sam's desire to have dad's cum
inside him. I had that desire too. As Sam delved down I gave
him those eyes that said: "lets share ?"

Sam had been on dad's cock barely 30 seconds when dad
reached the ticket barrier. There was no queue at that time
of the morning, but lots of lorries and the odd caravan were
about. As the guard counted car members he had to accept
that my brothers body was indeed my brother, and my dad's
smile had nothing to do with the fact that my brother was
sucking my dad off under the slumberdown. As the guard
reviewed the tickets, we couldn't help ourselves:

Me - "Dad, you're not about to disturb Sam are you ?"

Mum, with a mock growl - "Honey, are you cumming on holiday
or not !"

Susan - "Dad, you can shoot forward now"

Sam could hear us, and the guard probably could vaguely over
the giggling, though at that time of the morning whether he
was really paying attention was doubtful. Dad turned around
and smiled, and from his eyes we all knew that in about « a
second Sam was about to get gush loads of cum. Dad was
cumming. It was brilliant. The guard tried to speak to him
but dad just had this beaming face looking back to us as he
pulsed into Sam. He cheeks got red and his brow sweated. Mum
leaned forward to rescue him by kissing him deeply. As an
attempt it failed - it just made dad cum harder - but as a
way of keeping the security guy of our case it was
brilliant. What none of us knew at the time was a row of 8
or 9 cars and lorries had built up behind us. The guard was
not amused. Dad didn't have a care in the world. Sam had a
mouthful of cum and under the slumberdown was lying still,
gulping down. What a great moment. We'd shared in that
moment, if not dad's cum.

Helen drove the other car down. We'd arrange to meet on the
ferry, and catching up with them with tales of the Sam, the
guard and dad was hilarious. Once we were back on the road
we drove in convoy til somewhere near Toulouse when Helen  &
co left us to meet up with Michael. I wasn't in their car so
at this point I'll let Maria take the story from here. And
make sure you read it. The story those nymphs came back with
set up the most wonderful first session on the farm: